That's what all this excitement was about these days.

Men killing other men--negroes.
He went on home quite pleased with himself at his solution.
"Mother!" he exclaimed, as he entered the house, "he finally got him!" "Got who?
What got what ?" she inquired in amazement.

"Go wash your hands." "Why, that lobster got that squid I was telling you and pa about the other day." "Well, that's too bad.

What makes you take any interest in such things?
Run, wash your hands." "Well, you don't often see anything like that.

I never did." He went out in the back yard, where there was a hydrant and a post with a little table on it, and on that a shining tin-pan and a bucket of water.